Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
The Move,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.